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Hit and Run – Wednesday of the Weary

I am fucking exhausted. I hate my job. I sat through a messy Pirates loss in the 10th at Dodger Stadium over the weekend. The Penguins are out of the playoffs. I’m stuck here watching the Laker-Suns game, my laptop is burning my thighs, we’re out of Diet Cherry Pepsi here at TSW headquarters, and quite frankly, I have fucking cramps.

So what does that mean for you, dear gentle Ladies reader?

I am tired and I’m trotting out the hits. The Google hits.

Hotties that you, the readers, the stalkers, and the frisky type into the search field and push the “I’m feeling lucky” button and end up with here at Ladies.

Pandering? Abso-fucking-lutely yes.

On Top of the Google Hits list With a bullet – Michael Phelps

If we had nothing but pictures of Michael Phelps up every day, we’d be one of the busiest sports blogs on the planet. (We’d also get more use out of the “Welcome to WeHo” tag.)

I really don’t have anything else, so please enjoy this extra large picture of his pecs. Marvel at how bright his tattoo is, despite swimming all the time. (How did he do that? I got my first ink 15 years ago and it faded that very night from some ill-advised pool-hopping.)

The GogoJeeves hits get muddled after these top three, and on any given day it could be Joakim Noah, Wyc Grousbeck, Barry Zito, or Pam Oliver in a fight for fourth place.

Not on the list, but I am posting his picture just because I just watched him kiss his biceps has he humiliates Kobe and Crew. (And it is my Wednesday H&R post and I can change the rules at the end if I want to.)

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49 thoughts on “Hit and Run – Wednesday of the Weary”

It’s a damn shame such a beautiful body has such a goofy looking head attached to it. Swimmers are the forgotten hotties of the sports world, such wonderful bodies on full display for all to enjoy. Aaron Peirsol is my personal favorite; god bless the breaststrokers.

Not necessarily, Stu: I just am tired of all the Mackenzies, Taylors, Connors, Morgans, Addisons, Jadens, and (as much as I love her) the Kylies of the world. I was on a plane recently, and the man in the row behind me had a kid named Maverick. Maverick! Maverick was his CALL SIGN, not his REAL NAME, people!

What the hell is wrong with “Michael”? Or “Marie”? Or “Elizabeth”? If I ever have kids, they’re getting saints’ names, and liking it.

TSW– obviously it was something with several syllables that ultimately was sillier than any child should be named. Something along the lines of “Anastasia” or “Delores”. (You’re asking for your daughter to get pushed off the tire swing with names like that.)

(clap) Mol (clap) ly. Shoot. My bad.

Honestly, after 42 seconds of concentrated thinking, I could not for the life of me think of a monosyllabic girl’s name. Heck “TSW” isn’t even one syllable.

Chiming in late to this party…. but I will name a child “Stone” come hell or high water. I also subscribe to the monosyllabic theory. And if they get a odd first name, they get a vanilla middle name, just in case they hate their first name and want to change it later with relative ease.

Due to a misunderstanding a story about the naming process my parents went through, a friend of mine thought that I was going to be named Hunter before my parents found Genevieve and has now decided to name her daughter Hunter. She could be “Hunny” for short, cause that’s not a stripper name at all.

I was just going to be Hunter if I had been a boy. After Hunter Thompson. Mom’s choice.

Ok, I’m totally late to the party, but TG, I love that you want to name a child Darrell Royal. Hook ‘em!! Is it wrong that I want to name one of my kids Major? (Which is even funnier if you consider the fact that it’s tradition in my family to give all boys the middle name Thomas. So he’d be Major Tom!!! ahahahahahaha) :)

And Clare? What the heck is wrong with Addison?? For the longest time, I wanted to name my first daughter Cameron Addison (after Cameron Indoor Stadium and the El stop for Wrigley Field–because Cameron Wrigley is more of a boy’s name, and I want a sports-loving daughter, so I thought I’d start early, with the naming process!) But now everyone I know who graduated from Duke is naming their kid Cameron. I predict that in 18 years, the entire freshman class at Duke will be named Cameron. Geez. And ever since Grey’s Anatomy, there are lots more Addisons popping up. Pop culture, you’re killing me here…